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Prescript: I'm looking for someone to go 50/50 with me and move to either Ecuador, Costa Rica, Belize, Guatemala, or Mexico where we can make a very low income go much further with a lower cost, and higher standard, of living (than living in the States on such a low income). This includes an only income of Social Security Disability (SSDI) and/or Retirement benefits. The Social Security Administration most definitely DOES allow SSDI and/or Retirement benefits, but not Supplemental Security Income (SSI) benefits, to be sent to recipients in most other countries! There are many books about moving and living abroad available at the public library and/or at Amazon.com . Naturally, I realize we would probably have to spend some time getting to know eachother, and finding out if we're compatible, before moving abroad together. We could even have our own separate "spaces" by choosing to rent or purchase a house or apartment with separate quarters, and still save considerable money in monthly costs compared to living in the States on the same income. If you might be interested, want to ask me some questions, and/or want to discuss it, please e-mail me at the address below.

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ALL OF THE FOLLOWING POEMS, EXCEPT FOR THOSE WRITTEN BY HERMANN HESSE THAT ARE INTERSPERSED THROUGHOUT, ARE COPYRIGHTED (c) 1998-2025 IN THE U.S.A. AND INTERNATIONALLY BY S. WOLF BRITAIN. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

Calling out to you and getting only The cold answering machine Forever screening all the calls. Beseeching you to come to me, Visit and be quiet and soak in All that you see around you In my home, without judgment Of me or like I judge you. Look for meaning in all That you see is there to me Or that is there for you, Without condemning the unusual, Accept the uniqueness, Be blessed by the message.

There is a method to my "madness" In everything I do or don't do, Good reason for my melancholia, My avoidance of following the pack And being just another of the soulless. My friends, I love you always, Even if you don't love me. We have had joy and we have had Sorrow in that order. From "childhood" to it's end, We shared whatever we shared, From music to argument, Philosophizing to the peace pipe, Waterfalls to religion, Loneliness and joy in sorrow, To mirth and abandon. Whatever we shared was pure, Until our innocence died; Along with our childlikeness, We disappeared into the "cares" Of this world which are worth nothing.

Why did we disappear to our selves And to each other and become "adults"? Oh why did we sell out to money and time Which belong only to the shallow and small?

"Steppenwolf"

""....To the rest, to the real men belongs nothing. Nothing but death. And "eternity"". "You mean a name, and fame with posterity?" "No, Steppenwolf, not fame. Has that any value? And do you think that all true and real men, Have been famous and known to posterity?" "No, of course not(,)" answer the Steppenwolves. "....I say to myself: all we who ask too much And have a dimension too many could not contrive To live at all if there were not another air To breathe outside the air of this world, If there were not eternity at the back of time; And this is the kingdom of truth. The music of Mozart belongs there and the poetry Of (our) great poets. The saints, too, belong there, Who have worked wonders and suffered martyrdom And given a great example to men. But the image of every true act, the strength Of every true feeling, belongs to eternity Just as much, even though no one knows of it Or sees it or records it or hands it down to posterity...."" 1

"Ah, (Steppenwolf), we have to stumble through so much dirt And humbug before we reach home. And we have no one To guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness...." 1

"Holiday Music in the Evening"

"....A dream gives what the day wore out; At night, when the conscious will surrenders, Some powers, set free, reach upward, Sensing something Godly, and following. The woods rustle, and the stream, and through the night blue sky Of the quick soul, the summer lightning blows. The world and my self, everything Within and without me, grows into one. Clouds drift through my heart, woods dream my dream, House and pear tree tell me the forgotten story of common childhood.

"Streams resound and gorges cast shadows in me, The moon, and the faint star, my close friends. But the mild night, that bows with its gentle clouds above me, Has my mother's face, kisses me, smiling, with inexhaustible love, Shakes her head dreamily as she used to do, and her hair Waves through the world, and within it The thousand stars, shuddering, turn pale." 2 [1902]

We are homesick for the sweet peace, Rest, and sleep of death and rebirth, Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, energy To energy, matter to matter.

Whether we realize it or not, we are Tired of convincing ourselves that we Are something when we are nothing, And nothing when we are something.

We all long for True Love and Peace and Joy and Sorrow and Freedom, and for other True longings that are worth something And anything to obtain.

But there are so few people who find them And become True Human Beings, whilst the Majority sleep a walking death, blind to The meaninglessness, the hopelessness of This life, convincing themselves that it Is "worthwhile", "living" it "as best they can", While surrounded by and filled with suffering and Loneliness and sorrow and starvation and death, They do little or nothing to unconditionally and Non-hypocritically alleviate.

Instead they in vain, and vainly, seek to fill Their voids with love of money, fame, power, The falseness of time, or their other particular, Personal vanities, while all around them is dying, And dying to never know True Life, Hope, Health, Happiness, Kindness, Self-sacrifice, Commitment, And Unconditional Love.

"....Here in this endless and gleaming wilderness I was removed farther than ever from the world of men-- And I never saw so close and so clearly The image in the mirror of my own soul." 3 [1915]

"On A Journey"

"Don't be downcast, soon the night will come, When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret Over the faint countryside, and we rest, hand in hand. Don't be downcast, the time will soon come When we can have rest. Our small crosses will stand On the bright edge of the road together, And rain fall, and snow fall, and the winds come and go." 4 [1911]

"....O quivering tensed bow, when the raging fist of longing Commands both poles of life to bend to each other! Yet often, and many times over, You will hunt me down from death to birth On the painful track of the creations, The glorious track of the creations." 5 [1921]

"Lonesome Night"

"You brothers, who are mine, Poor people, near and far, Longing for every star, Dream of relief from pain, You, stumbling dumb At night, as pale stars break, Lift your thin hands for some Hope, and suffer, and wake, Poor muddling commonplace, You sailors who must live Unstarred by hopelessness, We share a single face. Give me my welcome back." 6 [1902]

"....Only the poet is missing, The lonely one who looks on, The bearer of human longing, the pale image Of whom the future, the fulfillment of the world Has no further need. Many garlands Wilt on his grave, But no one remembers him." 7 [1911]

Am I Here?

Here I am! Just another lonely poet With no body to lay his head upon, Having no beautiful canyon To plunge my arrow deep into. Here I am! Myself a wide void For you to pour your ignorance into, Joyless in my shame And all alone in my anguish. Here I am! Your soul-brother With no true companions, A minstrel of truth Restless in my grave. Here I am! Tossing and turning out Literature for you to absorb, That so very few "get" But go on not understanding. Are you there?! Where are you?

ALL OF THE FOREGOING POEMS, EXCEPT FOR THOSE WRITTEN BY HERMANN HESSE THAT ARE INTERSPERSED THROUGHOUT, ARE COPYRIGHTED (c) 1998-2025 IN THE U.S.A. AND INTERNATIONALLY BY S. WOLF BRITAIN. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

MORE OF MY SERIES OF POEMS IN DEDICATION TO HERMANN HESSE. ALL OF THE POEMS, EXCEPT FOR THOSE WRITTEN BY HERMANN HESSE THAT ARE INTERSPERSED THROUGHOUT, ARE COPYRIGHTED (c) 1998-2025 IN THE U.S.A. AND INTERNATIONALLY BY S. WOLF BRITAIN. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

I am the untitled and anonymous, An androgynous figment of your imagination, While you are in my fantasy an illusion too; Having dreamed each other up, Now we wish each other better than they are. Dissatisfied with life as it is, We keep on trying to improve our lots, Making better what is not recoverable, And refuse to believe that the only way To correct the disaster we have brought down Upon ourselves is for all of it to be destroyed; For everything to be started all over again, Restoring what was initiated in the beginning, The perfection our fore-parents inherited From our Maker and be re-created Into the image we originated out of.

As the galaxies spiral from the Center Of the universe where there is no chaos, So we too issued forth and must be reborn To that unconditionally loving world That doesn't exist in the present scheme of things As they are now upon this earth; But all things will be made new, Far surpassing any "reality" we now know, And there will be no more corruption or sorrows; Wherefore, come quickly, Alpha and Omega.

"Among the crosses hung with ivy, Gentle sunlight, fragrance, and the humming of bees. Blessed ones, who lie sheltered, Nestled against the heart of the good earth, Blessed, who have come home, gentle and nameless, To rest in the mother's lap. But listen, from the hives and blossoms Longing for life sings to me. Out of the tangled roots of dreams The long dead being breaks into the light, The ruins of life, darkly buried, Transform themselves and demand the present, And the queenly earth-mother Shudders in the effort of birth. The sweet treasure of peace in the hallowed grave Rocks gently as a dream in the night. The dream of death is only the dark smoke Under which the fires of life are burning." 8

"Sleepwalker, I feel my way through forest and gorge, Fantastically around me a magic circle glows; Not caring whether I'm courted or cursed, I follow truly my inner calling. How often that reality in which they live Has wakened me and summoned me to itself! I stood there disillusioned and frightened And soon crept away again. Oh, warm home that they steal me away from, Oh, dream of love that they trouble in me, I flee back to you down a thousand Close paths, as water returns to the sea. Springs lead me in secret with their melodies, Dream birds ruffle their brilliant plumage; My childhood rings forth as if it were new, In golden strands of light and the sweet song of bees, There I find myself sobbing near the mother again." 9

"....Often I tried the frightening way of "reality," Where things that count are profession, law, fashion, finance, But disillusioned and freed I fled away alone To the other side, the place of dreams and blessed folly...." 10

"The Wanderer Speaking to Death"

"You will come to me too some day, You will not forget me. And the torment ends, And the fetter breaks. Still, you seem strange and far, Dear brother death. You stand like a cold star Above my trouble. But some day you will be near And full of flames. Come, beloved, I am here, Take me, I am yours." 11

"God's breath, here and there, Heaven above, heaven below, Light sings its songs a thousand times, God becomes the world in so many colors. White to black, warm to cool Feel themselves newly drawn, And forever out of the whirling chaos The rainbow rises. And so God's light Wanders in a thousand forms, Created and shaped together. And we cherish Him as the sun." 12

Just wait until those who are worthy Experience the beautiful new world In store for them at the end of this one! It will be absolutely magnificent And is virtually indescribable. No one there will lack for anything Wonderful and incredible, As they experience nothing but Happiness and tranquillity Always and eternally.

True poets, like Master Hesse, Have been inspired to describe The wonder and glory Of the future world For all of us to regard; But most of us hold That realm to only be a fallacy, Even though there is so much evidence Of it's actuality and subsistance And that it is the place to be desired.

There we will meet The "Immortal" Of all "Immortals", face to face, The Master Poet of all master poets Who Wrote the Holy Universe into being Creating heaven and the Earth made New Simply by speaking them into existence Through the Power of His Words alone Which have the Greatest Ability of All To Write the Poetry of Infinite Eternity And bring us to the "Immortal" Master Poet!

________________________ 1-7 POEMS, by Hermann Hesse, Selected and translated by James Wright, Copyright 1970 by James Wright, Library of Congress catalog card number: 78-109558, Published in the United States by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, Inc. N.Y., First edition, 1970 (The quotation from Steppenwolf translated by Basil Creighton; copyright 1929, 1957 Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Inc.)

ALL OF THE FOREGOING POEMS, EXCEPT FOR THOSE WRITTEN BY HERMANN HESSE THAT ARE INTERSPERSED THROUGHOUT, ARE COPYRIGHTED (c) 1998-2025 IN THE U.S.A. AND INTERNATIONALLY BY S. WOLF BRITAIN. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

Postscript: I'm looking for someone to go 50/50 with me and move to either Ecuador, Costa Rica, Belize, Guatemala, or Mexico where we can make a very low income go much further with a lower cost, and higher standard, of living (than living in the States on such a low income). This includes an only income of Social Security Disability (SSDI) and/or Retirement benefits. The Social Security Administration most definitely DOES allow SSDI and/or Retirement benefits, but not Supplemental Security Income (SSI) benefits, to be sent to recipients in most other countries! There are many books about moving and living abroad available at the public library and/or at Amazon.com . Naturally, I realize we would probably have to spend some time getting to know eachother, and finding out if we're compatible, before moving abroad together. We could even have our own separate "spaces" by choosing to rent or purchase a house or apartment with separate quarters, and still save considerable money in monthly costs compared to living in the States on the same income. If you might be interested, want to ask me some questions, and/or want to discuss it, please e-mail me at the address below.

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Postscript: I'm looking for someone to go 50/50 with me and move to either Ecuador, Costa Rica, Belize, Guatemala, or Mexico where we can make a very low income go much further with a lower cost, and higher standard, of living (than living in the States on such a low income). This includes an only income of Social Security Disability (SSDI) and/or Retirement benefits. The Social Security Administration most definitely DOES allow SSDI and/or Retirement benefits, but not Supplemental Security Income (SSI) benefits, to be sent to recipients in most other countries! There are many books about moving and living abroad available at the public library and/or at Amazon.com . Naturally, I realize we would probably have to spend some time getting to know eachother, and finding out if we're compatible, before moving abroad together. We could even have our own separate "spaces" by choosing to rent or purchase a house or apartment with separate quarters, and still save considerable money in monthly costs compared to living in the States on the same income. If you might be interested, want to ask me some questions, and/or want to discuss it, please e-mail me at the address below.

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